Reflections on the season

I'm not one for mushy blog posts. Mushy lifetime movies, yes. But mushy posts just seem a bit insincere when you don't know the person sitting behind the computer.

This is different, though. How can I not be sentimental now that the leaves have fallen, the pumpkins have been harvested, and we are only a few exams away from Thanksgiving break and the end of our poetry careers at Sem.

Poetry class has been so incredible on a number of different levels. First off, never would I have thought that poetry class would have me create a blog. And this blog has taught me a lot - needing to post once a week has been a deadline exercise, and seeing our audience and views increase has been incredibly rewarding. Not to mention the fact that I have been officially introduced to twitter in the quest to have the most blog posts in order to win the ultimate prize: Mrs. Lewis' chocolate chip cookies (Seriously, they're to die for. PS: Mrs. Lewis, I really do love poetry class for more than just the cookies)

Secondly,  who gets to create their own takeoff on Ginsberg's A Supermarket in California?! Walking to the local Walgreens and searching for inspiration... or, rather, letting inspiration find me.  I'll even let you read it!

i walk in through the automatic door in to
the merchandise everywhere. romney, why is he in the black and orange section.
american Royalty celebrated on
the  magazine shelf, no paper of news around.  read of the "Kings and Queens of silicon valley"
and of a former wife, the marriage was a mission, impossible.
what is going on in the other states today.
the other Countries away so far in distance but not in
mind - influence culture they always do:
hanes, Se Habla Español
revlon nail polish, passage to India,
Sari, my dear
the america of the star spangled banner
is only seen mid-summer in the
walgreens holiday aisle.


I'm most proud of that poem, it was a poetry breakthrough for me.


Third. I will admit, I was a bit dubious when I looked up  "Public Enemy" and saw what we would be doing for the rest of the week.  I've heard that rap was poetry but I guess I just didn't believe it since it doesn't exactly sound like Emily Dickinson. But after watching the "Art of Rap" documentary, I can officially say that rap is poetry, and darn good poetry.


I'm really unbelievably sad that our time in this class has ended, and I'll truly miss seeing everyone 7th bell. I'm so happy and thankful I took Poetry!! :)